This is Miles from the same Japanese tour that gave us the ‘Panagaea’ and ‘Agharta’ albums, and was recorded ten days before the concert that appeared on those records, but with different songs. The music is a dark brew of funk, fusion, and some surprisingly exotic currents, thanks to wonderful work from Sonny Fortune on alto, soprano sax, and flute, working here alongside guitarist Pete Cosey, who provides plenty of the fuzzier, freakier moments of the set, as does keyboardist Reggie Lucas, Al Foster's drumming is wonderful, and Michael Henderson's bass will blow you away. But as always, Miles is the star once he opens up his horn and steps into the darkness.
Live in Tokyo 1975' comes from a short time before Davis's retirement, at a point when the music was at its funkiest and angriest, when he would slap a wah-wah effect on any instrument in sight and no amount of fuzzy distortion was too much. This is not recommended for the faint of heart.
This septet was well into the "deep African thing, a deep African-American groove, with a lot of emphasis on drums and rhythm" as Miles later described it, weaving earthy percussion and juiced-up rock into 80 minutes of primordial voodoo trance. By this point he had the band running as a well-oiled machine, able to direct dynamic arrangements, segues and stop-on-a-dime changes all in the moment. They spin out one dense churning groove after another, whether trading solos around loose structural frameworks or sometimes getting (again borrowing the Miles' words) "a lot of intricate shit … working off this one chord." He picks and chooses spots to dart in with a simple trumpet line or the odd stray note, then punches at the organ as if trying to exorcise his osteoarthritis pain by sheer force of sound amid the haze of medication and drugs.
The ghost of Jimi Hendrix is alive and well in the wailing of Pete Cosey and Reggie Lucas, while the drum/percussion team lays down a series of staggered rhythms. There isn't really a set list so much as a contiguous series of song sketches to explore. "Maiysha" starts out cool and airy before turning into some kind of tropical-themed nightmare; "Ife" skips the modulating bass line of the studio version and explores the more abstract sections instead, blending light flute with menacing organ before giving everyone some free space to blow.
The Tokyo show is a close sibling to those abovementioned albums and ‘Dark Magus’, but of course each one has its own character. To my ears, ‘Live in Tokyo 1975’ is a little more tight and lean, not quite as off-the-wall crazy as ‘Pangaea’ or as loud and crowded as ‘Dark Magus’, though not terribly far off either, and a most welcomed release for those of us who find this phase endlessly fresh all these decades later.
Along with Miles’ trumpet and organ are:
Sonny Fortune - alto & soprano sax, flute
Pete Cosey - guitar, synthesizer, kalimba, table percussion
Reggie Lucas - guitar
Michael Henderson - bass
James “Mtume” Heath (aka Foreman) - percussion, rhythm box
Al Foster - drums
CD 1:
- Prelude & Funk
- Maiysha
- Ife
CD 2:
- Mtume
- Turnaround Phrase
- Tune In 5
- Untitled
For the Freeload, tell us what you were doing in 1975.


Finishing College, smokin good stuff & awaiting the rest of my life...
ReplyDelete'75 was the first time I saw Sinsemilla.
DeleteGetting my bell bottoms caught in my bicycle chain.
ReplyDeleteOK that was earlier. By '75 I had a drivers license. But the bicycle thing really happened.
High School - working at Stash Records, running garbage pick-up routes, trying to keep a 66 Ford Fairlane running and also trying to get laid.
ReplyDeletepmac - I live out in the California desert. Not the rich part. Sometimes I get on the highway north and southbound comes a 66 Ford Fairlane heading south. It's powder blue. Original paint. Don't know who they are but it always throws me in a time loop..
ReplyDeleteMine was a very dark blue. Thing was quite literally a tank. When the Superdome opened, I went to a concert there and went to park insode the buuilding. Car couldn't make it up the ramp, so they let me park it in the VIP area, next to some limos and Benz'. About a week after that, someone ran a red light and t boned me in the car. Hit me on the driver's side but I was fine. Guy driving the other car was taken off in an ambulance. He made it, but the Fairlane did not.
ReplyDeleteBack in high school, I had an old67 Mustang. Turns out many parts matched the Fairlane. Door panels. Even the auto transmission was the same.
ReplyDeleteDickey Betts died today.
ReplyDeleteI just saw that on the morning news. To be honest, I'm surprised he made it to 80.
DeleteRest In Peace, Dickey.
In 1975, I would have been spending a lot of time assembling and painting Airfix models of tanks and aeroplanes. I was also starting to spend my pocket money on records.
ReplyDeleteFunnily enough it was this era of Miles that I first discovered (during the 80's), I think it was the Agharta album, only later did I go back to Kind of Blue etc.
In ’75, I was living in Greenwich Village, my daughters were 3 and 5 years old, and I started my first post graduate degree job as an Actuary at an insurance company. My husband started his career in Academia, teaching at Columbia University.
ReplyDeleteMoved from Kansas Flint Hills area to Santa Fe, New Mexico with a few other like minded hippie wannabes. We lived in a small cinderblock building about 20 miles out of town, small, high valley called Rio En Medio outside Tesuque. We hitchhiked everywhere we went, avoided jobs, spent our savings until depleted. Then we had to get jobs. We had a wood burning stove for heat. We had cold running water in the kitchen sink that drained into a 5 gallon bucket below. And an outhouse that had a glorious view of the Sangre De Christo Mountains. Not much compares to a morning sitting in the outhouse with cool air, the door wide open, smoking a fat one and the sun rising over the Sangres.
ReplyDeleteLived in Santa Fe for nearly 20 years, left for good in 1994 with a wife & 2 daughters, the loves of my life. Thanks Babs
Seeing rock n' roll future at the Hammersmith Odeon. Oh - and getting married.
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Finally convinced the love of my life to marry me. Still married, next year will be our 50th. Oh, and saw Bruce at the Bottom Line.
ReplyDeleteI was busy not being born yet.
ReplyDeleteWent with my late lamented BFF Colin to see Miles at RFH in London in 86 (?). Was bummed to find out we were seated in the bleachers at the back of the stage, and wouldn't be able to see anything of the musicians except for their backs. And then I suddenly remembered that Miles himself..... (Insert hipster smiley face here)
ReplyDeleteMoved to Los Angeles in the fall of '75. Thinking it would be temporary...
ReplyDeleteAs a 12yr old...desperately trying to get my hands on some breasts...and failing miserably.
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Ah my rebel years. Discovering all the vices and going back for more. As Paul Weller sung a few years later
ReplyDelete"Life Is A Drink And You Get Drunk When You're Young"
17 years old and working in a bookshop in Hilversum...
ReplyDeleteGraduating from college.
ReplyDeleteAt uni ... nothing too exciting or memorable from that year!!
ReplyDeleteWorking for Univac in the day, hanging out with rock stars by night. Used my bonus to spend Christmas in Beverly Hills.
ReplyDeleteOf course next year it all went down the shitter.
Starting elementary school! I'm a 69-ner...
ReplyDeleteMy last year as an innocent in Virginia before moving out West to hedonistic LA county in the 4th grade and falling in with the neighborhood gang of skateboarding KISS fiends. Thank goodness for that!!
ReplyDeleteHitch-hiking though Spain with my girlfriend hoping to find our way to the Canary Islands.
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